There is 1 sun.
There are 2 eyes.
There are 3 members of the Presidency of Bosnia and Herzegovina.
There are 4 parts of the human heart.
5 life sentences for genocide in Srebrenica were handed down.
There are 6 fundamental religious truths in Islam.
There are 7 days of the week.
There have been 8 municipal elections in Bosnia and Herzegovina so far.
There are 9 planets in the solar system.
9 victims of genocide were buried on July 11, 2020 in Potočari.
These are random figures the importance of which depends on the view of the observer. What happened and why it happened in Bosnia and Herzegovina is equally a random sum of specifically selected interpretations that shape the collective remembrance. They save the important things and erase inappropriate things. Commemorations are sometimes gloomy, like VIP events, and words that are spoken get lost in the meaninglessness of a single day compared to all other days on which victims are left alone. Their memories are stolen on that day, and any chances for piety are lost in the various forms of everything that is happening. The right to remembrance may not be privatised, of course, just as it may not be commercialised. The lack of sense, mechanical actions and platitudes, default labelling. This causes agitation from May to July, agitation that is difficult to control. It is painful and difficult, in spite of numbers and letters
We should not examine only the role of creators of collective remembrance and political manipulation. We are usually only observers. Bystanders. Or whistleblowers. Those who repeat, warn, yell. They are traitors and do not belong to anyone. Or those that advocate from an appropriate distance, in numbers and letters. We may not underestimate the strength of words and language, at least not now, while interpretations full of nationalist charge are raging, and we are still trying to leave the trenches. Conditional justification of crimes has never been more visible and victims have never been more reduced to mere figures. We live in a time in which the dehumanisation of the second and third continues, right in front of our eyes, and we are not sure what role we play. Or maybe we are; why we are exactly where we are.
Translation: Bjanka Pratellesi